Archive for November2011

Sixteen Bags of Heroin.

Her name was Jillian, and she was as close to death as I've ever seen a 19-year-old girl. The paramedics from the city brought her in to the large urban Emergency Department where I was employed at the time. (For two and a half years, I scurried around a hospital frequented by some of the […]

Sense of Touch.

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The man's ribs cracked methodically, rhythmically, and with a slowly waning sense of purpose and urgency. The worst part was that I could feel his son's eyes on the back of my head. (Sorry… I'll back up.) At 21, I was barely a year out of paramedic school, freshly (read: naively) empowered with a bachelor's […]